Saturday, December 14, 2013

Saturday the 14th

Today has less luck than yesterday
Terrible pretty much sums up my driving.
I easily succumb to road rage especially whenever I get cut by a jeepney or a tricycle
But today, I had a very humbling if not humiliating experience.
Today, for the first time, I get to experience baptism by fire.
I hit a motorcycle which I was trying to overtake.
If that wasn't bad enough, a girl was driving the motorcycle.
I hit her in front of the school.
And apparently, she is also a student there.
I don't think it's fortunate.
-The school guards were there to assist us as I helped her get up.
-Injuries were minor and she didn't ask for further help.
-She didn't take my number or any offer of my assistance.
-Damage to her motorcycle was minimal
-The guards took note of our names and student numbers
I fear thid would cease to haunt me

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Pet Matters

So this girl got lost in our farm in Angeles. Our housekeeper says it followed them from the store to the farm and it stayed there all day watching them clean the place. Truth be told, I want to keep her. The last time we had a pet dog was like 15 years ago and I really miss having a pet dog. She's so friendly, I just want to take her home. But, for te conscience's sake, we'll try to find her owners even though we don't know any of our neighbors there. I'm just hoping she wasn't just abandoned where our housekeeper found her.

Saturday, May 25, 2013


That despite having tried to remove you from my life, 
I once again find myself crawling back to the fantasy
of wanting to hold you in my arms, and never letting go
of weaving dreams around you, and be one with you forever

A day after completing my required hours of training at a construction site in Q.C., I returned to finish some paper work in the office and get my certificate of completion. I found myself going back on the field where I spent most of my training hours with my supervisor. I saw my fellow trainees being oriented on the tasks that I usually did, and were being taught on the use of the surveying instruments which I usually operated during my stay. Even with just a day's lapse, seeing my fellow trainees there made me wish that I didn't have to leave, to stop training, that maybe I was hoping that would be my permanent job. Or something of that sort. 
I had a fruitful 8 weeks on the site but I wasn't able to thank all the people that made those weeks fruitful for me. And I found myself leaving with a heavy heart; part of me wanted to stay and work some more, but part of me was excited to go and have a vacation before the eventual final year of my student life. Maybe someday, I'll be back.

That having met you again after a long time, I reminisce
I recall the past which I hoped could have been the present
and I begin to fall for you over and over
and I'm madly hopeful that soon, I'd be able to tell you
with the deepest of my sincerity
and the sincerest of my feelings
that I'll always be for you
until you take my breath away

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Last Supper

Last night, we served our last meal as culinary students for a select number of guests.
Among the courses we served was a rack of lamb. 
It was my first time dressing a lamb rack so I had 2 minor and 2 major cuts on my left hand. 
Anyway, I'm very much looking forward to making better plates. 
So definitely, this wouldn't be the last of my involvement in the culinary world.
I'll surely miss messing up the kitchen with these guys!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Northern Bliss

I woke up to the sound of subtle waves hitting the rocks of Pangil.
I detach from reality i.e. school work, convincing myself I'm in a school-day-excused vacation sortie.
I really wanted to try swimming on the beach only to realize that these beautiful rock formations actually formed a cliff along the sea level making it unsuitable for such.
Nonetheless, I felt fascinated just standing here.

 The winds at Kapurpurawan were violent to a point that if I weren't as heavy, I could've been blown away.
 And I was blown away by the image of the blue water turning white as it hits the cliff.
 I see images of movies were the people had fun jumping from the cliff and into the sea.
 But the color of the water going from dark to light suggests that the water is relatively more shallow.
 Trying to dive from the cliff and into the sea, I suppose, would just turn the water red

 First time I saw the shorelines of Pagudpud, I felt a chill on my spine.
 I know that I always get a feeling of familiarity whenever I see a beach or the sea in general
 But seeing the beach at Pagudpud felt different.
 Maybe it's because of the white sand.
 Or maybe it's because of the feeling of isolation.
 There was literally no other people aside from us and the resort people.
 Somehow, the lack of people enjoying the beach made it look sad
 And it's actually a good thing.
 The beach can be preserved for a longer time.
 And maybe, I'd see the day when I'd be taking my own children to this beach and let them enjoy the beach that I was enchanted by years back

Late Afternoon
Before sunset, I and my friends planned on walking the entire shoreline of the beach. 
The goal was to reach that tip of the beach way over there, opposite to were I sat.
The soft sand made it difficult for me to walk since the shore was sloped and my foot would sink a few inches everytime I made a step. 
Even stepping on the deep footprints made by my friends made no difference as I only sank deeper. 
It took at least 30 minutes before we got to the tip and by that time, it was already dark
Going back to the cottage, we had to walk another 30 minutes plus so we just decided to walk out into the streets and take a tricycle. 

We got a glimpse of the setting sun as we were walking the by the beach.
The moment was definitely enchanting!
Sadly, the moment could have been better if it was spent with someone more special
The night along the streets of Vigan was spectacular and spooky. 
The yellow street lights highlighted the vintage ambiance of Calle Crisologo while the residents standing and staring by their windows on the upper floor made it feel like I was in an old horror movie.
Add to that the time capsule old houses, and you get a set worthy of a MGB Holloween special 

On March 4, along with 120+ other students, I attended a 4-day "educational" tour to the attractions of Ilocos. The tour started with an educational trip to San Roque dam and Holcim Cement Plant. The days that followed were mostly trips to resorts and beaches, pre summer vacation, in short. Having made friends and memories, missing 4 days worth of lectures was worth it. 

Saturday, March 2, 2013


I wonder what it feels like to fall from the top floor of my school building
Just for curiosity's sake, I wander into imagining the sensation of falling,
Falling out of depression, of hate,
of emotions mixed up, messed up
I wonder what the people around would do, what they would think or feel

as they see the person falling,
wishing he didn't let go...
then crashing

I wonder what he thinks about while he's falling, what he would feel while crashing
How fast everything becomes,
if there would be a flashback

or there would be regret,
if there would be peace

or there would be pain

I wonder

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Culinarian

The goal was never to win
It was to ignite the passion.
There's always the thought of liking to do something.
But having to do that thing 
When everything was at risk of going wrong
When nothing was certain
The flame burns 
And the passion is born

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Initiating Retaliation

There's been a lingering issue in school concerning the university administration and the employees' union. The admin seems to be suppressing it since no literature about the issue is allowed to be posted or circulated around campus. I guess the difference between public and private schools goes beyond quality. Freedom of expression, I think, only goes to extents that preserve the interests of the owners of the school. It sucks.

I've been chasing this dream for a significant time already. I've never been open to talking about it since the only time I tried to spit my guts out, all I recieved was a reluctant reaction I felt void of assurance. Up to now, progress seems negligible. So, after many years, I think it's time that I close the door to that certain past, stop chasing the dream, hope for the best and look forward to a more attainable one.

I missed the last 2 meetings of my culinary class. I've been making petty reasons for me not to attend, much like what I did a few years back in college, but I still want to attend the classes. I'm in dire need of another wake up call since aside from this, I did not do as well as I was hoping in my prelim exams and I'm kind of experiencing a bit of mental anxiety and a bit of inferiority complex. Maybe I just need a drink or two.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Etchy Sketchy

I've been struggling to write about stuff for quite some time now. And I've been practicing with my graphic tablet. Hopefully, I could do more in the future.